In the dim sky, the sea of clouds turned into a vortex. Within the vortex, lightning arcs moved, and the lowest end extended towards Zhao Wujiang, who was standing in the sky full of sword energy. The sea of clouds rolled, and the scene was spectacular.
It was like the sky stretched out a big hand of clouds and mist to grab Zhao Wujiang, and it was also like Zhao Wujiang looked up to the sky and roared, swallowing the sea of clouds in the sky.
The sword energy in Zhao Wujiang's body became more and more powerful, and the entire body was covered with a sea of sword energy. The strong men in the sword tomb were all a little unsteady, resisting the vast sword energy.
They stared at the newly promoted Kenzuka Michiko in horror. They had only seen a glimpse of this level of sword energy in the sword master.
In the field formed by the Sword Gang Wind, every ray of sword energy is constantly tearing apart the air. Even if an ordinary person is contaminated by a trace, his flesh and blood will be broken.
And Zhao Wujiang endured not just one wisp of sword energy, but tens of thousands of sword energy.
These sword energies were cultivated by themselves, "gifted" by Pei Jingcheng and several sword slaves at the beginning, and also by the dedication of dozens and hundreds of strong swordsmen today.
There is only one thing he wants to do, which is to push Zhao Wujiang to the peak of the heavenly realm.
All of this was planned behind the scenes by the sword master, the divine fortune teller and others, and was put into practice today.
Zhao Wujiang had already guessed this, but he didn't know what the purpose of the fortune teller and the sword master was.
Perhaps the fortune teller and the sword master wanted to cultivate a strong man who could rival them and fight against the Clay Bodhisattva or other gods together.
Maybe he wanted to get something from him, Zhao Wujiang.
But it doesn't matter. After taking over this power, he already has the strength to face the divine fortune teller or the sword master directly. Whatever the truth is, he will shoulder the challenge.
The wind, thunder, clouds and mist between the heaven and the earth gradually subsided, and the vast sword energy was absorbed into Zhao Wujiang's body, constantly washing away his meridians and bones, and his cultivation continued to grow.
He walked towards Jian Jiu in the Sword Tomb step by step, stepping on the air like walking on the ground.
"Guard the nearby city." His eyes were as calm as water and his voice was low.
"yes!"
A group of strong swordsmen bowed in response.
Zhao Wujiang nodded, swept down the city in one step, and landed on the streets of the city.
There were already many defenders standing in line in the city. When Zhao Wujiang swallowed the sword energy and produced a strange phenomenon in the world, they stood under the city tower and watched with shock.
Now that Zhao Wujiang was plundering the city, a guard rushed out of the crowd, respectfully handed over a coat, and said in an excited tone:
"Zhao...Zhao Shaoxia, you...you want the coat."
"Thank you." Zhao Wujiang smiled gently and took the coat.
This is a scholar's scholar's shirt. It is clean, the gray and blue are a little white, and it looks a bit old. It must have been starched too many times.
Zhao Wujiang was covered in Confucian robes, and his temperament became more elegant and gentle. The guards who witnessed it couldn't help but marvel in their hearts. Such a man who looked elegant and humble, but killed ten thousand people by himself.
"Dongsheng City, I'll help you brothers." Zhao Wujiang cupped his fists and cupped his hands with a gentle smile. He tapped his toes, his clothes were fluttering, and his body was flying.
He was going to pick up Xiaohong and go to the Renzong of Yunshui Prefecture to find the Taoist Divine Counter of the Renzong and rush to find the truth.
The surrounding guards all bowed and bowed, their hearts surging.
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The old man sat silently in front of the mansion, smoking heavily.
His old eyes stared at the young knight riding the horse in the distance, with a bright mood and sigh.
When the young hero came, he was dusty and tired, wearing black clothes and bamboo hat. When he left, he was gentle and peaceful, wearing Confucian clothes and high spirits.
The city was lifeless, but now there were some soldiers laughing, and it seemed that the dilemma had been solved.
The old man had experienced life and death, and he didn't know where the young knight was going on his horse, but he felt an aura that amazed him.
It seems that no matter how earth-shaking things the young hero is about to face, he can move forward without hesitation.
